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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #1330046
gothic poem
Hunter
By Denyse


I drift alone,
Seeking whom to find delight
Sometimes the rage of death is at hand
To control and hold back
So hard, such a fight
Is there anyone else who wants to kill in the night?
To walk amongst the living, to hear the steady rhythm of their breaths
Tempting, alluring me to drink for eternity.
Again I crawl and scratch against the darkness within,
There isn’t such thing as friends.
Sharing in the famish, the sucking of each and every vein
Ravishing, excitement as I taste the liquid amongst my fingers
Enjoying my prey
Its cold and lonely the desire for love is far away
Damned, haunted is all I can stay
Do you see me in the dark walking your way?
I don’t look ghoulish or demonic
I see the way your body moves soft and discreet.
I come off nice and intrigued.
Waiting for the moment to feast
And return to the streets.
I am a hunter, drifting amongst thee.


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